Adalasia: First Entry – Sicily, August, 1943 A curious thing happened today. It’s amazing how different things are now amidst the shelling. The incessant shooting, screaming, and shouting. Hardly a week ago I was making pies for Father’s bakery, whistling cheerful tunes and thinking of boys. My every day seemed filled with that of joy … More Love & Loss
They’ve no master, not these stars
Not “mine”, not “yours”, they’re simply “ours”
Casting wishes, we, to they
For sparkles that turn dark to day … More Spelled in Skies of Sparkling Stars
A bomb drops on a sleeping town And though It may not make a sound The death It brings makes mince of things And turns what’s forward, straight around A mother cries, and hides her son She does Not know where she can run The sirens Blare, as do the guns This will become a … More This Sleeping Town
Always there, no matter what Happy, joyful, till the end There are no words to say how much I miss you Baxter, my best friend Side by side since just a pup When I was down, you brought me up I never would have gotten through The things I did, if not for you Others … More My Best Friend
On November the fourth, at five fifteen in the afternoon, a sharply dressed gentleman in a casual suit, cowboy hat, and shiny snakeskin boots walks into a dive bar on the busy streets of New York City. Approaching the long row of stools aligning the bar top, he chooses one directly adjacent to the only … More Perspective, Pt. 1
********** Important Disclaimer This poem addresses depression, and more specifically, suicide. It is meant only as an expression of art, and should not be taken in any real-life context. If you are experiencing suicidal thoughts or tendencies, there are many resources that can help. National Suicide Prevention # 1-800-273-8255 https://suicidepreventionlifeline.org/ ********** Wish I wish I … More Wish
I pen through pain so much it seems, write on my regret I mull my mind for cheerful lines but sometimes these are all I get I see the light, it’s there I know; still slightly out of reach Forging forward on this path to practice what I preach Perhaps Pain is my jailer, yet … More Mindful Masochist
Many tales I have to tell This one, friends, this one’s of Hell Not the Hell the Bible sells This Hell, well, this Hell’s a smell Many men had walked this land Before inventing the trash can I wonder why? It’s simple, so Just take your trash, and in it goes Anyway, this smell I … More Improvise and Adapt
Mom, I’ve got some things to say I think about you every day I think about the time you gave It’d fill the oceans, every wave I don’t know how to say this right Your memories fill my mind tonight I can’t explain the pain in me I try so hard to hide it, … More Mom, I’ve Got Some Things To Say
Listen, please. I must know how. I have so much to say right now. My mind is tearing me from Thou and begging me to disavow. Is this something I should allow? I need to know right here, and now. I’ve every reason not to fall yet here I stand before and bow. Why won’t … More Sincerely Signed
How the World Should Work 